Ummmm.... Excuse Me?

Posted on Wed Feb 26th, 2020 @ 12:08am by Crewman Thomas Jefferson

Mission: Coming Aboard
Location: Ship
Timeline: Current

::ON::

Thomas was not pleased. The security officer at the airlock was being extremely difficult.

"No, Sir, you can't leave the ship"

"Look you, I have a shipment of Drexel Pods that I need to go collect before they begin to molt."

"I'm sorry but there is a security alert and until we receive an all clear there is nobody in or out of the ship." Replies the security officer as he moves to the side to again block Thomas from accessing the airlock.

Taking a deep breath Thomas says "I know that at times it can be difficult to understand plain English, so allow me to speak slower. I. Need. To. Go. Onto. The. Station."

Though it would give the Ensign great pleasure to take the entitled jerk standing in front of him into a closet and pound the crap out of him, doing so could potentially affect his career in Starfleet. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he says "Sir, as soon as the alert is lifted I will let you know, please return to your station until that time."

Realizing that the security officer wasn't going to budge, Thomas says "I'm not going anywhere until Mott shows up from the Ferengi contingent with my shipment of Drexel Pods..."

::OFF::